Why, Doesn't Miss Zhou Want To Meet Me Once
Editor: Larbre Studio
Jian Han's head was all mudded up. She could only look at Zhou Dayuan.
Just now, what did he say?
Zhou Dayuan did not speak further. He bent over and helped her secure her safety belt, then he stepped on the accelerator and brought her to her condominium block.
The car came to a stop, and Jian Han stretched out her hand to release the safety belt. He was still silent, and she did not know what to say, with her mind all muddled up. "I…will go."
She opened the car door.
"Wait a moment." At this moment, he pulled her wrist, and there was a small tube of medication squeezed into her palm. The man ordered her gently with his warm voice, "Apply this. The pain will subside quickly. It's the weekend. You don't have to go to work at the hospital today, so make sure you rest."
Jian Han's face burned a little. She lowered her gaze to look, it was a pain relieving cream of some sort.
When did he buy this?